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Chapter Two

The rest of the day was spent in a fog as Finn rode his bike around the city and tried to come to grips with what was happening to him. Every time he tried to rationalize the strange phenomena that was occurring in his life he came up empty, and the only solace he had was the fact that he didn't have to go through all of it by himself. Rachel was going to help him, and the thought brought him some much-needed comfort while his world spiraled into a tailspin.

As unbelievable as it all seemed, Finn was truly relying on Rachel to help him in some way, whether her aide be practical or magical. Before now he had never thought magic was real, but the little witch from Greenwich Village continued to prove him wrong on all fronts, and was slowly making a believer out of him. To be honest, he kind of felt bad about the way he had treated her since their initial meeting. Rachel had done nothing but exhibit her powers to help him and he'd offended her at every turn; calling her names and doubting her powers when the proof was right in front of his face. He didn't know what had possessed him earlier when he called her a freak in her own apartment, but lately it felt like there was something else besides him that was controlling his emotions and the things he said, and being around Rachel made his anger spike and explode in frightening ways. Something behind the scenes was pulling Finn's strings like a puppet, and he was powerless to stop it as it wreaked havoc on his life.

He hated it. Whatever this thing was had him floating above beds and yelling at tiny adorable witches and he just wanted it to stop so everything could go back to normal.

He stopped his bike on the corner of the road as this tumultuous thoughts entered uncharted territory. Did he just think of Rachel as adorable? Well, she was kind of cute with her big eyes and flowing, gypsy-like clothing, and she was pretty much the only person in New York who could help him with his little problem, so at least he knew that he needed to get on her good side and spend more time with her. No more crazy outbursts or mood swings around her; he needed to take control of his emotions and stop allowing himself to be so vulnerable. When that happened he seemed to get caught in his own verbal vomit, which only made him feel worse about the way he was treating her. There was obviously something, something dark and creepy that he couldn't explain, that was taking advantage of Finn. While his first instinct was to deny that anything was happening, he needed to learn to just trust Rachel and do what she said. As long as he kept his emotions in check and continued follow her directions, hopefully everything would be alright.

After he finished his shift Finn headed downtown, stopping by the local corner shop to pick up something for Rachel as a kind of peace offering. It was kind of cheap, but a small bouquet of flowers was clutched in his fist as he chained his bike up outside of her creepy shop, a shiver shaking down his spine before he entered the establishment. Unlike earlier that afternoon when he had banged on the blackened windows, the shop was now open for business, and he peeked his head inside to see Rachel waiting patiently for him behind the counter. After shooting him a soft smile, he entered her shop and silently passed her the meager bouquet. Her large, chocolate brown eyes were wide as she accepted them, and he spotted a light blush on her cheeks as she lifted them to her nose to smell.

"Are these for me?"

"Yeah," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was a real jerk earlier today and I felt bad. I know girls like flowers and stuff, so I hope this can make up for my stupid mouth. I'm sorry." She stared at the flowers for a long moment before raising her eyes to his, and the emotion he saw there made a lump swell in his throat as joy lit up her features. Whispering a quick "Thank you," she took the flowers into the back room and swiftly brought them out in a vase with fresh water, placing it on the counter-top with a glowing smile.

"They're beautiful, Finn. Thank you so much." Her praise made him feel awkward, since he didn't feel like he deserved any of it.

"No, it's nothing," he said bashfully. "We got off to a bad start and I want us to be able to trust one another." Nodding in agreement, he noticed that she was toying with an older flower that was already starting to wilt, and he watched in awe as she touched the petals and brought the dying flower back to life. Her eyes were still glowing, but not just with joy this time; her magic filled up the room, making his heart race in his chest as tendrils of power wrapped around him. Before now he'd been freaked out by her powers, but now it amazed him in a way that he had never experienced before. She was living, breathing proof that magic was real. How could he judge her for that?

"So you want to get started?" She asked suddenly, snapping him out of the trance he had accidentally fallen under as he stared at the perfectly bloomed flower that had been limp mere seconds before.

"Huh?"

"The research?" She prodded. "I brought the banana bread." He nodded his head and tried to stay focused on the task at hand.

"Yeah, the research. Right." Come on Hudson, he said to himself. You didn't come here to ogle the witch all night, you came to get some answers. They went into her back room and sat at the table where Kurt had gotten his tarot cards read to him. Rachel pulled out numerous volumes of old, leather-bound books from her shelves, plopping them onto the table while Finn's eyes went wide.

"Can't we just look this stuff up on the Internet?" He asked, grabbing a slice of banana bread from the table and shoving half of it into his mouth. The baked treat was fresh and still warm, and it melted on his tongue as he chewed and rolled his eyes in bliss. It was the best damn banana bread he had ever put into his mouth and quickly ate another.

"I highly doubt we would find what we were looking for," she said matter-of-factually. "The last time I tried to look up important information on the Internet it brought me to a cosplay website for the tv show Charmed." She stared at the large books with determination in her gaze. "It's better to stick to the books. I know it might take long, but I made two loaves of Banana bread, so that should last us the night."

"I don't know," he tried to tease, "I can pretty much eat my weight in baked goods." She looked up at him and pulled her lips up into a pretty smile.

"I'll remember that for next time." For a moment he was just content to share an easy smile with her, but all of a sudden a blinding pain shot through his skull, just like what had happened the night before, making him shout in surprise as he gripped his forehead in agony. Looking up at Rachel, a sudden and overwhelming anger coursed through him, summoned right from the depths of his soul and directed solely at her. For a fleeting, yet terrifying moment, all he wanted to do was reach over and wrap his hands around that little witch's throat, squeeze, and watch as her powers drained from her, along with her life. . . He wanted to steal her powers for himself, and destroy the only threat against his success. . .The room around him was becoming dark and hazy, and the anger was spiraling out of control as the need to kill took over. . .

"No!" He screamed, trying to ignore the unwelcome, unnatural urges and blinking away the horrible images that accompanied them. "No!"

"Finn?" A voice called to him, breaking through the anger and the hate. "Finn, what's wrong?" He blinked a few times and the room slowly came into focus again. The sudden fury he'd experienced was slowly leeching out of him, and it was another few moments before he realized that Rachel was cradling his face with her hands, forcing him to look right into those giant brown orbs of hers. It only filled him with even more guilt when he thought about his swift and violent urge to drain the life from those very knowing, very passionate, eyes, and he panted as he tried to catch his breath.

"I-It took control again," he gasped, the pain in his head slowly ebbing. "Whatever is wrong with me. . .," he hesitated. "It's getting worse." A certain sense of hopelessness seeped into his bones as he thought about what had just transpired; what if Rachel couldn't help him? What if he was slowly losing himself until nothing was left but an empty murderous shell?

"We're gonna fix this, Finn," she reassured him, removing her hands from his face. He missed the contact instantly, and but remained calm in her presence. He could only assume that she had used some of her powers on him to snap him out of that terrifying trance. If she hadn't. . . "Come on, let's get started."

He didn't complain this time as he picked up a volume and started his research, trying to decipher the ancient books and find a spell that could help him. When he finally calmed down he ate another piece of banana bread and closed his eyes in bliss as the heavenly flavor hit his tongue.

"This banana bread is great," he mumbled through a stuffed mouth. "Did you put some kind of tasty potion in this or something?" He meant to make a joke, but she didn't look amused as she stared at him from across the table. In fact, she seemed a bit hurt, and annoyed as well, while her lips turned out in a pout.

"No," her tone was clipped as she answered. "I wouldn't do something like that."

"I didn't mean. . ."

"People accuse me of things like that all the time, you know?" Rachel continued, turning the pages of the book she was reading while avoiding eye contact with him. "They lose their job? Oh, Rachel must have hexed me! They meet someone new? Oh, Rachel must have slipped me a love potion! They break up with someone? Oh, Rachel cursed our relationship, that jealous witch!" She shook her head, the sadness lingering around her like a cloud of despair. "Most people find some way to blame me for their issues, one way or another."

"Hey," he said, trying to pull her out of her melancholy. "I didn't mean that in a bad way. I was just trying to make a joke, and a lame one at that."

"Well you're no different," she snapped angrily. "You came banging on my door this morning blaming me for your misfortunes, too!" Once again the shame rippled through him and he sighed heavily.

"I was scared and confused, but I don't think you're out to get me. I need your help, remember? I wouldn't be here if I thought you were trying to ruin my life or something. It's already screwed up enough as it is." She nodded her head, still clearly sad, and he wondered if she had many friends to turn to outside of her profession. From the way she spoke about other people, he highly doubted that she was the popular type. There was an air of loneliness around her that made Finn feel even worse about the way he had treated her, and he wanted to make things right between them.

"So let's try this again." He coughed, clearing his throat. "Rachel, this banana bread is so delicious, it's like you cast a spell over my taste-buds. In the best way possible," he added quickly. Rachel fought against the smile that was pulling up her cheeks and lost the battle, succumbing to his lame joke and laughing despite herself.

"Thank you, Finn. I accept your compliment."

"How come you're not eating any?"

She shrugged, her eyes focused back on her book. "It's not my favorite. To be honest I woke up this morning almost needing to bake it and it was only after I bought the ingredients when I found out that it was your favorite. It's just another way my powers like to sneak up on me and show off. I much prefer red velvet cupcakes myself." He nodded, tucking that information away in the back of his brain for future reference. Finn had a feeling that he was going to have to suck up to this woman hardcore if he was going to get the help he needed. Especially since she hadn't mentioned a method of payment yet.

"So," he said, trying to make light conversation. "Is everyone in your family a witch?"

She looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I wouldn't know. I'm adopted."

He hadn't been expecting that answer. "Oh really?"

"Yeah, and believe me, my two gay dads were not ready to have a daughter with full blown magical powers, but they did their best trying to raise me. It wasn't easy, but I was loved and I knew I always had a home. I adore my parents, but they know very little about my world and after I moved out, I never went back. Everything I know about magic I had to teach myself." A deep sigh escaped her lips. "To be honest, it wasn't that bad, but it sure would have been easier if they knew what was going on with me when I was younger, especially as a teenager. Being a witch during puberty definitely had it's pitfalls."

"I bet." She didn't elaborate further on her past, so he dropped the subject. He didn't want to pry into her personal life, but since she was the most fascinating person he had ever met, he was bound to be a bit curious.

After another hour of quiet studying where the only noise in the shop was Finn munching on banana bread, Rachel jumped in her seat and pointed at the page she was reading. Finn had been re-reading the same paragraph for fifteen minutes and still couldn't understand what it was about, so he was glad for the distraction.

"I think I found something!" She said, her eyes scanning over the page. "Yes, this is it. I can use this spell to figure out what's wrong with you." Well, it was a start. . .

"And then?" She hesitated and bit her lip.

"Then. . . we'll figure it out from there." Finn wasn't solaced, but at least she found a spell that could help. She started to walk around the back room and pulled various items off of the shelves, balancing them in her arms before she brought them over to the table. In a large black bowl, one that looked suspiciously like a tiny cauldron, she started to pour some items inside of it, adding fragrant oils and crushing them together to make a paste. Finn wrinkled his nose at the odor rising from the bowl, but kept his mouth shut as not to offend Rachel. She might have been a bit weird, but he had a feeling that she was just a regular girl who was wildly misunderstood because of her magical heritage. When she was finished making the fragrant paste, she looked up at him and mischief was dancing in her eyes.

"Are you ready for my favorite part?"

Finn exhaled deeply, nodding his head and preparing himself for the worst.

"I guess so," he answered. "What do you need me to do?"

Her wicked grin sent shivers down his spine, and the glint in her eyes suddenly made Finn feel uncomfortable. "I need you to get naked."

"Whoa," Finn said, standing up from the table with his hands stretched out in front of him. "Whoa. No. I did not sign up for this."

Rachel shrugged her shoulders and stifled a laugh, noticing how flustered her customer was getting. She didn't want to embarrass him, but messing around with this Finn guy was way too easy, and it had been a while since she felt so carefree with someone who wasn't a part of the magical community. Hell, she was surprised he even came back to the shop, seeing as their first impressions of one another weren't the most encouraging. When he gave her the flowers upon his arrival she almost couldn't believe it; when was the last time any guy went out of their way to do something nice for her? Plus, he'd mentioned that girls liked flowers, not witches or sorcerers or anything like that. It made her feel normal for once, just a girl getting flowers from a guy, and it was a feeling that she enjoyed a lot.

So when she saw Finn pacing around her store like she had threatened to flay him skinless, she couldn't control her laughter. He obviously had some issues with his body and she found it endearing rather than annoying.

"Aren't we shy?" She teased. He fixed her with an angry glare.

"You never mentioned anything about me being naked!" He seethed, his fists clenched at his side.

"Well you have to do it for two reasons," she explained. "First, it allows your body to be as open as possible so I can pull your aura to the surface to read it and pick it apart. Second, this paste will help begin the process and I need to put it on your skin. I don't want your clothes to get messy." He looked like he was going to argue, so she sighed and unloaded the big guns on him. "Don't worry, I'll be getting naked too."

His mouth snapped shut and he stared at her with an eyebrow cocked in disbelief. "Really?"

"Yes," she reassured him. "Magic like this is more powerful when there are no barriers between you and the elements. Trust me, I do this all the time." He didn't look like he believed her.

"You cast spells on naked men in the back room of your shop?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "And women too, but yes. It happens with more frequency than I care to admit." A crimson blush appeared on her cheeks when she thought about her past clients and there was a matching tint on Finn's cheeks as well. Nodding slowly, she watched the emotions play out on his face and instinctively knew that he was going to concede to her.

They always did, sooner or later.

"Alright, fine." His face was as red as a tomato, but she led him to the center of the room, where a large white pentagram was painted onto the floor. He stood in the center of the five points and sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Now stand still," she got close to him and smeared some of the paste on his shoulders and down his arms, ending at the wrists. As she invaded his personal space she tried to stay as emotionally detached as possible, but it simply wasn't working as her eyes drifted across his frame. She had no idea why he was so self conscious because his body was flawless; every muscle was sculpted to perfection and she couldn't deny the quickening of her pulse as she dragged her fingers over his flesh. With stilted breaths she continued the ritual, but her senses were being filled with Finn and it was a feeling that she welcomed as her body flushed warm. He was so masculine, so tall and handsome. Being this close to him was definitely a perk of the job.

"Alright," she said sternly. "Drop the pants." He looked like he was going to argue with her but eventually obliged, hooking his thumbs in the loops of his jeans and yanking them off with a crimson tint on his cheeks. She tried not to look at him, truly she did, but her eyes wandered towards places they shouldn't have been and it felt like the temperature in the room had suddenly risen a few degrees.

Being in the presence of a man so perfect should be a mandatory practice for all women, she thought to herself. His hips were cut and sculpted, his legs were toned and thick from all the biking he did for his job, and as her gaze lingered on his crotch she learned that he was very generously endowed.

And now at least she had some new fantasies to entertain when she was alone.

"Do you like what you see?" His arrogant tone pierced through the fog in her mind and she shook the distraction away as she put more paste on her fingers.

"Don't flatter yourself," she said dryly, even though she was trying to hide the heated blush on her cheeks. A thrill passed through her as she dragged her fingers down his thighs, smearing more of the herbal paste on him. His skin was smooth and hot under her touch, and her body was reacting to his presence in earnest as ripples of need echoed through her. It had been so long since she had been with a man that she couldn't even remember when her last hook-up had been. She'd never been able to hold onto a guy for long; not many men wanted a witch as a girlfriend, and she gave up trying to date just to save herself the heartache and disappointment.

When she was finished applying the paste to his chest, arms and legs, she stood on her tiptoes and decorated his face with the remaining concoction, their bodies getting dangerously close to one another because of his height. His eyes were fixed on hers as she placed some on his nose and forehead, and the air between them became thick as she stared into his warm cinnamon eyes while brushing the paste over his brow. She had to force herself to look away from him, and when she was finally finished she stepped back to appraise her work. His body looked like it was tattooed in thick green finger paint, and her eyes lingered on his flawless frame for way longer than they had to.

"This stuff stinks," he commented lightly, not noticing her blatant stares.

"Don't worry, it will be worth it. Are you ready?"

"I guess so," he replied, shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot in the center of the pentagram. Her gaze was trained on his face so it wouldn't wander south to his crotch again, and she took off her flowing peasant blouse and long maxi skirt so they were at the same level of nakedness. She felt his eyes roam over her body but experienced no shame. This definitely wasn't the first time a client saw her naked, but none of them were as attractive, or as desperate for her help, as Finn was. For a moment the atmosphere between them was stifling, and she noticed his focused gaze lingering on her breasts, so she decided to start the ritual and dispel whatever sexual tension was building around them before things became awkward.

"Alright, Finn. Close your eyes and take deep breaths," she ordered, watching as he followed her commands. The herbal paste was already bringing his aura up to the surface, and the air around Finn was starting to shimmer and glow with his energy. "Now I want your mind to detach itself from the physical world. Think of nothing except the way you feel." His aura was swirling around him in a thick haze, and she could see a wisp of dark energy circling around his aura. That was what she needed to focus on. She began to manipulate the flow of his aura by concentrating on the dark energy alone, with the help of the herbal concoction. Some of his aura dissipated, sinking back inside of him, but the dark energy was stronger than ever as she pulled at the tendrils of power. Closing her eyes, she reached out to it, to see what it was, and when she opened her eyes again the image of Finn in front of her had shifted into something completely different and wholly terrifying.

Standing in Finn's place was a creature; the same one that Finn had described in his dream. A humanoid, hairless, featureless monster that skittered around on it's emaciated arms and legs like a beast. There was writing on it's chest and back, tattooed in an ancient language that she didn't recognize, and it slowly stood up on it's crooked legs until it was eye level with her. It's lip-less mouth was bloody and filled with pointed teeth, and it's black, soulless eyes stared right into her, grabbing her, trying to seize control of her like it had taken Finn. . .

She screamed, stumbling backwards, tripping over her feet and dropping her naked butt onto the floor. Her entire body was shaking as she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, curling her body into a ball of limbs. The disconcerting, evil feeling that lingered inside of her made her skin crawl with disgust, and she couldn't control the terrified tears that leaked out of the corners of her eyes.

Rachel had come in contact with creatures and spirits before, but never had it terrified her quite like this. Whatever that being was, it had been the purest evil she had ever come in contact with in all of her experience with witchcraft, and she was officially scared for both her safety and Finn's.

Especially Finn's.

"Rachel?" Finn's voice filled the room, and when she looked up again at where the creature had been lurking she stared into the worried eyes of her client, who seemed more than a little anxious as Rachel trembled on the ground. He walked towards her but she put her hand up to stop him and her powers worked of their own accord, gently pushing him backwards until he was on the opposite side of the room, as far away from her as possible. He looked slightly hurt, and extremely vulnerable in his birthday suit, but she was still shaking as a feeling of terror seeped into her bones.

After a few minutes where Rachel had to force herself to calm down, she finally pulled herself up from the floor and slipped her skirt and blouse back on. Finn was still standing around awkwardly, as naked as the day he was born and covered in oily herbs, but he didn't complain as she finally shook away any lingering discomfort and dried her tears. That experience had shaken her to her very core, and for a moment she didn't know whether or not to tell Finn the truth about what she saw. There was a good chance that he might not be able to handle what was happening to him, but she had promised to help, and he was patiently waiting for an explanation.

"I'm sorry, Finn. I just needed a few moments. You can come over here now." Finn hesitated before stepping towards her, his eyes filled with questions she didn't know how to answer. A pang of sympathy shot through her at his plight and she reached for his hands, wanting to comfort him in some way, even though he didn't know the truth yet. His entire being seemed tense, and despite his nakedness, she squeezed his hands softly and looked him in the eyes. "Go clean yourself off and get dressed. We'll talk when you come back out." Finn nodded, even though it looked like he wanted to argue with her and demand she tell him in the nude. When he disappeared into the bathroom she let out a huge exhale of breath, dragging her hands over her face in despair.

Rachel had never been so worried about a client before, and now she didn't know if she could even help him as she slowly came to terms with what was happening to Finn.

It took a while for him to scrape the herbal paste off of his skin, but Finn eventually exited the bathroom fully clothed and joined Rachel in the back room, sitting down at the table while she sat across from him. He looked somber, and slightly scared as he waited for her to speak.

She couldn't even find the words to begin their conversation.

"So what happened?" He asked finally, his voice hollow. "Why did you scream like that? Why did you push me away from you?"

She took a deep breath, nodded her head, and tried to explain. "Remember when you joked yesterday that you needed an ex-girlfriend exorcism?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, you weren't that far off," she said dryly, her voice full of hesitation. "There's a demon, Finn, a creature from hell that has attached itself to you. It's trying to possess your soul and if it succeeds, then you're going to die."

He stared at her for a moment in silence, and she watched his cheek pull up in a half-grin filled with doubt. "You're joking," he scoffed. "That's impossible," when she didn't reciprocate his smile, the one on his lips faded away. "It is impossible, right Rachel?"

"I'm so sorry, Finn," she grabbed his hand, trying to give him the solace he needed as his face fell. "I saw some kind of language on the demon's chest and I'm going to continue my research to see if I can't find some way to fight it, but it's already too powerful for me to try to take it on myself."

"Can't you just give me an exorcism or something?" He asked, his voice rising with his panic. "You promised you would help me."

"I will," she reiterated, feeling his anxiety stifle the room. "But I can't do it alone."

"Why?" She took a deep breath, trying to explain.

"As a magical being, I'm already vulnerable to dark influences, and if I try to fight against it by myself then it might try and take me as well. Then we would both be dead and suffering in eternal damnation, and that's something that I would very much like to avoid." The more she explained the more panicked he looked, and she wanted nothing more than to make all his frustration go away, but she couldn't. The risk was too high, the consequences too severe.

"So I'm going to die?" He asked quietly with his head down, completely despondent. She squeezed his hand even tighter and forced him to look at her.

"No, Finn. I am going to do everything in my power to make sure this thing doesn't take you."

"Like what?" He asked. "You said you couldn't get rid of it by yourself."

"Yes, but as long as we keep your soul cleansed and balanced, then we can keep the demon from gaining any more power. Think of it as magical therapy; you'll come to my shop for a daily cleanse and I'll cast protection spells on you and your apartment. As long as we keep up the routine we can keep the dark energies at bay, and I'm going to contact some peers I know in the magical community and ask them for help. It might be a while until we can find enough people who are willing to perform a real exorcism, but it'll definitely be worth the wait."

He frowned deeply. "Is that why I woke up floating this morning? Because of the demon?"

"It could be, but I doubt it. Levitation during sleep is something that really only happens to witches and warlocks. I'd have to do more research."

"Warlocks?" He repeated the foreign word. "I thought they were called wizards."

"No, that's only in Harry Potter," she corrected patiently. "Warlocks are rare, but powerful."

"Does it happen to you? The floating thing?" He asked and she blushed in embarrassment. Normally men didn't know that she levitated in her sleep until she spent the night with one of them and woke up the next morning to their screams. It was one of the reasons why she never got too serious with men nowadays; everything went well until she slept over and they learned the truth for themselves.

"Every night," she deadpanned. He nodded and got lost in his thoughts again.

"And the pain in my head and the mood swings I've been having. . . that's the demon?"

"Yes," she explained. "Your head has been hurting because the demon knows I'm a threat and wants you to stay far away from me. He definitely doesn't like me, and I've been sensing his negative vibes since the moment you entered my shop. It's how he controls you, through pain and anger." Nodding his head, she could almost see the wheels turning in his brain as he processed the information.

"So let me get this straight; In order for me to make sure that this demon doesn't completely possess me and drag my soul into hell, I have to come back here every night for magic therapy, get my aura cleansed, cast protection spells on my apartment, and even then I might still be floating above my bed every morning?"

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Finn pulled his hand away from Rachel's and she instantly missed the contact. Her skin tingled as she watched the conflict play out over his features. It took him a while to come to grips with what was happening to him, but he eventually nodded in defeat.

"Okay," he said crisply. "Fine."

"Fine?"

"I'll come back tomorrow so we can start our magic therapy. Do I have to get naked again?" She blushed as a mental picture of Finn's flawless, naked body filled her vision.

"Yes," she replied. "We have to get naked again, especially for the kind of cleanse I have to do." He nodded, looking troubled while she experienced a sudden wave of excitement. With a body like his, keeping it covered up was basically a crime in her eyes.

"So how do you expect me to pay you for all this magic therapy and aura cleansing?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "We can figure that out soon, Finn. You're going to need a lot of work done and to be honest, I don't really know how to charge you for all this. I've never had to provide magical therapy before, and I don't think it's covered under your health insurance." He barely laughed at her lame attempt to be funny.

"Well, whenever you figure it out, I'll pay you whatever you want." He caught her gaze and she was stunned by the sadness that filled his eyes. "Thank you for everything, Rachel. If it weren't for you I would probably be halfway to the asylum by now."

"Keep track of your emotions, Finn. When you feel like you're losing control you need to clear your mind and stay focused. Think about the things that make you happy and try not to lose sight of yourself." She couldn't resist pulling him into a tight hug, his massively broad frame engulfing her in his arms as she tried to console him in the only way she knew how. "I know this seems crazy, but we're gonna get through this, Finn." She smiled when he wrapped his arms around her as well, reciprocating the hug and cocooning her in his warmth as the urge to protect him grew tenfold. "I promise you, you're not going to go through this alone."

Oh no, Finn is possessed! And Rachel can't fight it off herself. What's a guy to do?

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